Located on Sepros, the ancient Temples of Orian have served as the home for Clan Naga Sadow since the Exodus. In particular, the Temple of Sorrow was selected to become the base of operations for all of Clan Naga Sadow. The Temple has been rebuilt upon a once withered base, creating a hybrid of ancient stone and current era technology.

Within the shroud of Sepros' jungles, the spire of the Temple stands tall and menacing. It is constructed at the heart of a large clearing within the trees, with an impressive courtyard flanking it. The courtyard itself is a testament to the ancient origins of the Temple, littered with remains of the previous temple. Vines grow like slithering snakes throughout the crumbling architecture as if trying to strangle what stone remains and drag it into the dirt once more. Moss coats the stones in defiance to the elements that have stripped the stone bare throughout the courtyard. A grand staircase leads from the grassy ground to the main entrance, with secondary platforms on either side that house landing platforms. Several transport shuttles are settled upon the platforms in varying states of readiness as droids see to their maintenance.

Inside the Temple lies the main hall. The walls are shaped from a marble-like structure with elegant, flowing curves as if molded in clay. Columns line the walls leading away from the entrance towards the central chambers, supporting a balcony that stretches along the walls of the hall as a second level. Multiple corridors are seen between the columns, leading towards the Temple proper. Within these pathways reside the quarters many call home, in addition to various training rooms and small libraries.

This is the Temple of Sorrow, the heart of Clan Naga Sadow.

After a close encounter with a deadly booby trap, Razraf's heart was racing from the thrill of a daring adventure. This Sith temple dungeon had it all: deadly defective droids, zombified iron legion troopers and Sith ghosts, and puzzles in an ancient you had to decipher in order to access any of the hallways. After all that mess, however, he still managed to persevere and make it back to the main hall with the payday prize in hand; a Holocron of Bentre Stahoes. Though one more obstacle still yet remained for him; a towering warrior who stood stoicly at the base of the grand staircase.

"You have awakened the Obelisk to this Temple. Act openly and there will be peace," he spoke in the dialect of the ancient sith, with a voice that echoed throughout the temple hall.

"Wouldn't be a propah dungeon without a final boss now would it?" Razraf muttered in jest to himself. At this point he figured there was no escape without a fight, so it would be best to then take control of the situation by firing the first shot. He fired with his E-22 and darted in a zig-zag pattern from the halfway to behind one of the many pillars that littered the main hall. His peripherals caught the glow of a lightsaber blade mid-dash alongside the return of his blaster bolts. Those deflected bolts caught the corner of the pillar being used as cover, tearing into the stone and sending shrapnel in the air. Razraf blind fired around the corner until he heard the loud burst of a jetpack. He turned and kept suppressive fire over the pillar his opponent hid behind after landing.

Despite the flash of his muzzle, from the side of his vision Razraf caught the blurred movement of small black disks flying from his target's pillar. He shot one instinctively and was confused for a second when his bolt bounced off it to the ground. Realizing they were meant for redirecting ricochet rounds widened his eyes and brought the sharp spike to his heart rate that comes with the sudden fear of death. He dashed from his pillar just as bolts from the discs gathered on him. He was able to make a roundabout across the main hall before the Obelisk changed from firing his vambraces on the discs to him directly. The two then exchanged fire from the two opposite ends in front of the only entrance to the grand staircase.

Using the grenade caused Creon to flee from his cover, giving Razraf the chance to get a good grouping lined up. The marks hit true just as he was making a break for the exit, though he kept alert under the uncertainty that his shots only hit the armor. By the time he had reached the bottom of the grand staircase, his suspicions were confirmed when Creon soared from above using his jetpack. Razraf took a shot at him, but a blue spherical energy shield appeared just as it was hitting it's mark. The obelisk landed near the center of the courtyard and drew out his blade once more, pointing the blade's end to Razraf.

The Selonian eyed the weapon pointed at himself. He took a couple of steps back, lining up another shot. "I guess that this wouldn't be a very great story to tell if there wasn't a bit of back and forth." He shook his head. All he would need to do was to keep moving, and keep distance. He dug his heels in, feeling the scrape of duracrete beneath his boots. He had spent many years fighting, and he had faced far more dangerous foes before.

A fancy jump jet and armor were handy tools, but served many younger warriors are crutches. Experience and persistence would win out over the foolishness of youth every time. If he kept his head on a swivel and we watched for the openings, he could come out the victor. He side-stepped parallel to the staircase, watching the armored combatant for another sign of movement.

Honestly, he wasn't even sure if this warrior spoke Basic. One word was intelligible: Obelisk. The language and dialect spoken by the Epicanthix were wholly unknown to him. Climbing the stairs would make for a more difficult escape, and any advantage gained would be at too great a risk. He was not about to turn his back upon the armored foe. He would have to keep moving. He squeezed the trigger, releasing a pair of blaster bolts just before he kicked off the ground, throwing himself sideways into a run.

The shots went wide, but they served their primary purpose. Or so he thought. His opponent did move, but not in the way he had expected. Instead of moving away or sideways as Razraf had expected, the armored warrior advanced, his weapon raised. The Selonian smiled as he moved to maintain the distance between them. If he could get in close with the warrior, on his terms, he had an idea inspired by his younger days that might end this whole conundrum.

A deep and bottled fury within Creon's spirit roiled to be set free. His emotions resonated from a spectral dragon's roar with a tone of pain and sorrow, who's echo still risidually expanded throughout the temple from the initial ignition of his lightsaber. The hatred of what temained of the beast through the dark side within the black pearl channeled into Creon's rage. It was a force multiplier for the traits he uses in a combat, which made for the weaving and redirecting of bolts easier than before.

"BD! Stim!" He commanded.

Then a rush of new chemistry coursed into his bloodstream from a miniature syringe administered by the droid at his shoulder. His energy and focus was renewed into his newly heightened capacity applied from the Force. His movement thus accelerated in an unexpected velocity to the Selonian's eye. Those eyes widened with shock, with sudden panic setting in if but for a split second, with a barrage of bolts following the launch of his grenade launcher. His aim was split at first, where he followed the glow of the lightsaber until he realized that it had been thrown like a spinning fan in an arc towards him. By the time Razraf readjusted hus aim to Creon's silhouette, his instincts pulled him to jump dive away from the inbound whistling birds released from his vambrace at the flick of a wrist. Razraf dived and fell prone but dodged the impact of the blade and miniature bombs that bombarded his prior position. Two of the birds still followed but were blasted apart by two last second quickshots from the prone. Creon's lightsaber skittered on the ground; it's sound twitched at Razraf's ears to automatically perk up. Whenever he took his next inhale, he felt his body rise from the ground and slam back down like a rag doll. The impact was disorienting and took him out of breath, only to wince at the sudden pain of two bolts at the lower abdomen from the mandalorian's vambraces.

Creon then pulled at the blaster in Razraf's hand with the Force, tearing it from his grip and throwing it across the courtyard. Razraf froze; knowing that if he reached for his secondary then death would assuredly follow.

"Why are you here?!" Creon said with anger in Basic.

Razraf struggled to breathe but saw this as a chance to attempt to reason with Creon for his life.

"I..." Razraf coughed, "Was sent..."

"By whom? Why? Be direct or you will die!"

Razraf lost consciousnesses but was soon shocked awake by Creon's Force Lightning.

"Who?!" Creon screamed.

"Bentre..." Razraf squeezed out.

The fury in Creon only amplified even further in hearing the name. His own mind swirled with questions about this revelation. "Was this another test?"

"Scan him, BD."

The droid obeyed as instructed shown by the projection of a holographic light from its photoreceptor frame. There was no data found apart from basic knowledge on his species.

"A nobody?! Bentre sends me a nobody without any profile? I have to say I'm insulted by this... Does he underestimate me?! I literally just finished fighting his wife not too long my ago, and he chooses you as the next challenge to my competency?! Fine... He will know greater wisdom from a lessons from me about warrior's proper courtesy and respect. For he was very unwise for sending me anything weaker than his wife, let alone some vermin!"

The Obelisk looked to the skies and tried to take deep breaths to quell his anger. But the sting of Bentre's disrespect was too much to ignore. Creon reasoned that Bentre either thought Creon some easily expendable grunt like any other bounty hunter with a gun, such as the one he faced, or was ignorant to see Creon's true potential. In either case scenario Creon saw this as a psychological weakness on Bentre's behalf. A weakness Creon took upon himself to exploit and embarass Bentre in vengeance for this waste of a battle.

Creon turned back to the Selonian with disgust, "Go back to him. Take the holocron if you want. Warn him that I am coming, for my time was wasted on some animal who can't even use the Force. Tell him he will pay for this insult, and if he wants to test me, he can send either himself or a true warrior worthy of my time."

Creon walked away, leaving Razraft alone in the emptied courtyard scarred by battle. The Selonian for the first time felt an uneasy comfort in safety, and took rest in sleep from the damage done to his body.